Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.